Wednesday, December 08, 2004

For a While

You and I
like flying leaves
in the breeze,
for a while.

Days dimming,
lights out,
only hearth-fire
and your smile.

You and I
so much besides,
and dreams to come
with its infantile.

Sounds, like music
through the air,
out in the dimmet,
- for a while.

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